Unknown if my blood relatives dislike it, although my father-in-law hates it. Our discussion of it was a great bonding moment.

If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?

Hitler. He came to power in a sneaky way and was inexplicably loved by millions.

My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...

I never noticed cilantro until I moved to the West Coast from the Midwest. Even after I moved here in 1996, it was several years before I came across this vile weed. It wasn't until I went to a Mexican Restaurant in one of the more shishi business districts in Portland, Oregon that I was introduced to it, dumped on my chimi like mulch.
I had no idea what I was in for when I cut of a piece and deposited in my mouth. Bleck! I spent the next several minutes scraping it off with my knife, then I used the refried beans to try to displace the remaining particles.
Even then enough remained that I really couldn't enjoy my meal.
Since then, I have not been able to trust any salsa served in a restaurant and I always feel compelled to ask if any dish I'm tempted to order includes that acrid debris.

More about me:

I'm generally not a picky eater, but there are several things that do get to me. Cilantro, along with raspberries and Brussel sprouts are at the top of my bleck list.